A Princess Gets What She Wants - Izzia and Finlay

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Continued from here.

Izzia was full of excitement, her whole body tingling as she led Finlay to her apartment not far from the LAW arena. Her victory in the POW war match had ensured a night to remember for both parties.

No longer clad in her wrestling attire, the Polish Princess's hair hung loose and she wore a short, body-hugging dress of burgundy that accentuated every curve. Her high-heeled thigh boots clacked on the floor as she entered the apartment, leading the New Zealander in behind her and indicating that he shut the door. Then she led him through to the open plan living room and kitchen, a spotless sprawl of couches and chairs with a vast plasma-screen TV built into one wall.

"Sit," she purred, indicating one of the couches, before strutting over to the kitchen. She retrieved two glasses and then pulled a bottle of frosted vodka from her freezer, turning to look at Finlay with an impish glean in your eyes. "Drink? This is finest imported Polish vodka. If you're still sore from our little dance, I'm sure this will help."

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Finlay closed the door behind him as he entered Izzia's apartment. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans, sneakers and a simple blue T shirt he was far from the fashion symbol Izzia was as he followed her gesturing to the couch and took a seat. Wondering how things would go. After all he knew exactly what happened in these POW sessions, and he knew that Izzia was keen on doing such things with him... And honestly so was he with her.

Looking up as he heard the clack of her heels approach he saw her offer a drink which made him shrug as he accepted it. "I don't normally drink but I suppose its a special occasion." He offered softly, leaning back against the couch as he took a sip of the drink, nodding appreciatively at the flavor. "So speaking of dance... how do you want tonight to go?" He asked as he looked over to the dark haired beauty, knowing what they both wanted and wanting to know if she had anything planned specifically.

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Izzia placed a hand delicately on her hip, taking a sip from her vodka and looking down at Finlay with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Oh, I think there are lots of plans you will enjoy," she told him seductively, her mind already racing with the things he could do to her. "To start, finish your drink. I have laid out something a little more... revealing for you to wear in the guest room." She flicked a gloved hand towards the room in question. "But there is no hurry."

She slid into place alongside him, tossing her hair and arching her back to press her bust forward towards her captive, letting her perfume wash over him. She sipped her vodka and smiled.

"Once we're both... dressed, I'll give you some instructions," she crooned. Little did Finlay know that all that awaited him in the next room was a set of tight, black wrestling briefs that would leave very little to the imagination, precisely as Izzia hoped. She had her own attire planned for their activities this evening...

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Finlay would sat back and listen to Izzia as she listed off some vague details but details none the less about what tonight would entail. It was something, not much but something and he supposed he would find more out as the night progressed.

Even if the thought of a... more revealing outfit made him somewhat antsy but he would trust that Izzia wouldn't go out of her way to embarass him.. or at least he hoped. So for now he would do as she said and sip on the champagne.

As well as enjoy the view of the woman's chest as she pressed closer to him. "Very well." He said simply, engaging in some light conversation with her until he finished his glass.

Once he did he would get up and make his way to the room Izzia had pointed him in, entering and getting ready as she had instructed.

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With Finlay off to discover his outfit, Izzia drained the last of her vodka, now pleasantly buzzed by the liquor. Smiling to herself, she strutted through to her cavernous bedroom, where just for tonight she had set the bed up for what looked like a bed match. The huge square mattress was flush with fresh pillows and a soft duvet, a perfect place to grapple with her companion.

Peeling out of her regal dress, Izzia her her black-blue hair hang free and, delving into her wardrobe, she freed a revealing leotard. Sliding her svelte body into it, she admired herself in the mirror for a moment. The attire was sleeveless, and left both her cleavage and abdomen exposed. Smiling, she tugged a frilled pair of golden gloves over her hands to complete her transformation.

Alternate Attire - Letting Her Hair Down

"When you are ready, come and join me," Izzia called in a sultry voice that echoed through the apartment halls, before draping herself languidly across the bed-ring to await Finlay's arrival for her fun to begin, placing her body in full view for him to see when he entered.

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Finishing his drink and walking into the room Izzia had instructed him too the blonde's face immediately blanched seeing his 'outfit.' As far as things were concerned.. He shouldn't be surprised, but it was still.. off for him. 'At least their wrestling trunks and not one of those string abominations.' The blonde thought to himself in slight relief and a shrug as he easily peeled off his clothes and slipped the black wrestling trunks on.

Waiting only for a few minutes he would look up at hearing the call of his captor from her room. Taking a deep breath as a final preparation FInlay would nod to himself as he exited the room he was in and made his way down the hall to where Izzia had called from.

As he did so and entered the room fully... His eyes would slowly widen upon seeing the sight before him. 'Suddenly the trunks don't seem so bad.' He thought to himself, a slight smirk on his face as he approached Izzia. Almost instinctively he recognized, or at least associated the shape of the bed to that of a ring, a make shift one but one none the less. Not to mention the.. alluring appearance of his opponent for that matter. It all mad him all the more interested to march right towards Izzia and crawl on top of the bed, slowly getting to the point that he was looming just over her. "Round 2 then?" He asked her with a rare smirk in a even rarer joking tone towards the woman.

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Izzia felt her heartbeat quicken as her prize entered the room, his chiselled frame clad in nothing but the tight, silken briefs she had provided, leaving almost nothing to her imagination. She watched, her breath quickening as he approached, mounting the bed and looming down over the Princess's slender form. She pushed up to her knees to face him, shuffling close.

Pressing her breasts into Finlay's bare chest, Izzia looked up at the New Zealander, a shudder of anticipation filling her.

"Yes, round two is right," she purred huskily, thrusting her hips forward to gently press against Finlay's groin. She looked up at him. "Make me submit to you. There are no rounds, no stoppages... no rules. Make me yours, Finlay. By whatever means you choose."

As the words left her lips she couldn't stop a faint tremor run through her whole nubile young frame as she waited for Finlay's response.

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As he climbed atop Izzia the blonde would admit there was a part of himself that was unsure of this. His lack of experience in this type of thing making itself known in his mind but not his facial expressions.

No the only thing present on his face was the serious, albeit hungry gaze boring into Izzia's own eyes who looked just as wanting of this as he did. Hearing her explain the... rules for this he would nod softly, the pressing of her breasts and hips press against him as he leaned dow, till their lips were just a fraction from each other.

"Hmm I can do that." He said softly, slowly moving in closer to her but not quite kissing her just yet. No he would wait for that... Instead he wanted to make his own terms known.

"But I don't like one sided things." He added softly, kissing her chin softly before continuing. "So you better give me your all as well." He would growl softly before closing the gap, capturing Izzia's lips in a hot and heavy make out session to start off their second round!

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Izzia's mouth opened slightly as Finlay leaned into her, looking down on the Princess with anticipation. She shuddered with anticipation as he spoke softly to her, barely able to contain herself. She mewled faintly as his lips traced down her chin, listening as he made his own conditions known. Her heart beat quickened and she tensed, nodding her agreement.

A squeak of excitement escaped from Izzia as at last Finlay's lips found hers. Her body surged against him and she closed her eyes, eagerly making out with the New Zealander. Her hands snapped around him, taking a firm grip of his backside and pressing him against her, grinding their bodies together hungrily.

She pushed forward and tried to twist them, aiming to turn Finlay and throw him onto his back on the bed ring where she could mount her prize, her whole body aching for what they might do to each other in the confines of this private 'match'.

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Izzia had made it clear that her intention for tonight as for herself and Finlay to have a... rather intimate and private match between them. One where victory or defeat wouldn't mean much.. besides who would be the one on top for the rest of this exchange

Seeing her nod to him in agreement about giving this her all the blonde wasted no time, going to kiss the girl, pulling her close to him as he did so. Making out with her was a sweet experience, literally given the sweet taste of her mouth as his tongue swathed around her mouth, enjoying every last second of their contact.

In turn Izzia pulled him closer to him while he also encircled his arms around her waist, looking to do the same with her. As they did so Izzia would take the initiative to roll them over, allowing Izzia to take the dominant position between them. Something that, for once, the blonde was more than ok with as his hands drifted lower, grabbing hold of and squeezing her rear end while one of his hands shifted to her breast, squeezing and rubbing it softly as they kissed.